Camel heads, cassette tapes, house slippers, mangoes, American coins, thumbtacks, almonds and olives. Any market anywhere is an adventure and in this ever winding and chaotic mess of a market had my head spinning and my eyes in a constant pin ball. Weaving in and out of the people and the produce while inhaling foreign smells, I tasted street food and heard the call to prayer come across the loud speakers. It was an immensely enjoyable and intensely exhausting afternoon.